R4 Viewing Party - no crying til the end (if you can help it)

[serrata]

I'm sure this is fine.

WELCOME TO THE R4 LIVEWATCH: AIRLOCKED REACH EDITION

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[motherfucking_ghost]

I wish there was something I could do. Or say. About...any of this. I mean we knew, we knew going in that this was gonna happen. Just...seeing it must take it to a new level.

[scourgingstars]

I'll manage well enough. I can scarcely imagine how Noctis must be feeling right now in comparison.

[motherfucking_ghost]

...We'll get them all back. God, though, we haven't heard from Cece in a while, hope she's okay.

[scourgingstars]

I'm sure that she'll be alright.

[Because the alternative wasn't something he wanted to contemplate.]

...You know he's going to want to shoot me on sight. Lunafreya won't do anything, but Prompto's quite another story.

[motherfucking_ghost]

I dunno, she seemed pretty adamant that he not murder the cold-blooded hell out of you. And with the Chosen Kid around, he'll listen to him.

[scourgingstars]

I do hope you're right about that. I'd much prefer he not shoot me again, that rather hurt last time.

[motherfucking_ghost]

I mean, I'd also rather not be dating a corpse.

...I gotta sit you down with Weekend at Bernie's at some point, relatedly.

[scourgingstars]

You were rather insistent on trying to sleep with one before I went back to being human.

[He laughed hollowly, putting his arms around Church's shoulders.]

[motherfucking_ghost]

Hey, I said I'd rather not date a corpse, not that I wouldn't. Shit, maybe I have a type since I was kinda dating a dead woman before...

[scourgingstars]

If that's your preference, maybe I should be grateful for it.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Whoa, I do not want to be known as the corpse dater, okay, because, get this, that's called necrophilia, and generally speaking, it's looked down on.

[scourgingstars]

It doesn't count if the corpse in question is capable of thought and communication.

[motherfucking_ghost]

It also doesn't count if the corpse is actually no longer a corpse and is alive.

But I totally wouldn't have turned you down if fucked up you was capable of feeling frisky.

[scourgingstars]

How lucky that I should be devastatingly handsome even as a walking corpse.

[motherfucking_ghost]

You've been devastatingly handsome for two thousand years, man.

[scourgingstars]

...love you too, idiot.

[Weird how that usually sounded like a glowing endearment from him.]

[motherfucking_ghost]

I'm your idiot, dummy. Wouldn't have it any other way.

[scourgingstars]

Always.

[And he totally wasn't clinging, don't be silly.]

So don't...don't go anywhere.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Next time some awful shit happens you gotta leave the room, I'll be with you next time. Guess I kinda should anyway, your shield and boyfriend and all. [LEAN INTO THE CLING] Don't you go anywhere, either. Don't ever go where I can't follow, okay?

[scourgingstars]

I won't. I promise--and even should I start to, I know you'll be there to pull me back.

[motherfucking_ghost]

I try. And you try, too, when I get...bad. So we're good for each other like that.

[scourgingstars]

Truly, the best pair there ever was. I've no idea what I've done to deserve a single one of you, and yet I could not be more grateful.

[motherfucking_ghost]

If you need anything, y'know, to help with this, we're all gonna be here. If you need a shoulder, or some sparring, or something to distract you, whatever.

[scourgingstars]

I know, Leonard. Just...just stay with me for the moment. I know that's nothing I need ask for, but...please.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Yeah. Yeah, of course, yeah, c'mere. [Ardyn is already as 'here' as he can be, but Church scoots so he can wrap him up in a big bear hug.]